My Life … My Sea

My Life…My Sea

How long…will this continue?
When will I have peace of mind?
My Mind
Statues have better odds and get more attention

I can remember buttoning my own shirt
Combing my hair by myself
Saying Grace
Giving Thanks

I still give thanks
No one can hear me
My hands brought together in prayer

Life
My Life
Now a spectator sport of monotony

By the way,
I perceive sound…hear everyone plainly
Every word…Every syllable
Sounded out e∙v∙e∙r    s∙o    s∙l∙o∙w∙l∙y
Like a jackass trying to get my vote

Shouting at me…doesn’t help

I am responding to you morons
Can you not see how happy I am?
I am drooling, just so that you’ll take the time to touch me again
And, for the love of God,
Would someone please throw away the sandpaper wash cloths!?

The window to my soul
Is no longer open…alive
Shuttered now

A blank stare is all I can offer

When I am pleased…When I feel good
I give you my Sunday Go to Meeting stare
And in return, you gift me with your worn out
Buckner impersonation, letting it go right through you

Blue has always been my favorite color
To your irritation, I choose it everyday
It is brings me joy

Every thought echoes in my memory
I know Mary had a little lamb
But, I can’t remember why

My mind wanders
Adrift in bewilderment
No longer staying by my side

I am not parched
I am trying to get your attention
I can’t drink thirty glasses of imaginary water
I am trying to get your attention
I am wearing my blue shirt
And…I am thirsty for life

My Life…My Sea

All those photos
I never finished sorting them
No one will know where they go

Or the names of relatives
Who know and enjoy the rest I seek

Friends
Parade by me as if I were already dead
I can hear, and no, you are not in my will

I miss the ocean breeze
Always cool to me
Comforting
Casting my line was an art
Artistically believing I might actually catch something
I know now….that when wearing my lucky shade-hat
I caught a boat-load of memories

Closing my eyes to this cruel twisted existence
A mind-movie loops
The sea, My Sea…calling to me…calling My Life
In each and every frame
I can walk…and cast
You can hear me
Singing songs

My Life…My Sea
Embracing me again

james


Copyright 2010, James F. Ross
Written permission required to reproduce in any medium

A Gracious Review…

A Review of I Am Flying

Rebecca Tsaros Dickson

I picked up “I’m Flying” on a whim and decided to take a peek last night. Two hours later, as I finished the last sentence, the words began bouncing off long-forgotten memories, stirring things inside. I like books that make me think. I like authors who take me from A to B with subtle signs and gentle jibes. I adore storytellers with a gift for allowing the reader to fill in the big blanks by giving just enough small details surrounding an event.

James Ross delivers. He delivers big.

His central character, Dr. Martin Connor, bloomed in my chest last night. In truth, I think he’s inside all of us. I hope you’ll let him in, too.

,…james

Passing Through The Narrow

“Sometimes the mind and spirit unexpectedly pass through a narrow into the world beyond, leaving the body behind to wander. Gradually, without their influence, it becomes … confused. No longer recognizing this world, it will begin to speak nonsense and behave unreasonably. Rather than appear foolish, silence and inactivity are embraced; seeking comfort, a repetitive nature emerges. In due course, the body passes on from this realm into the next, reuniting with mind and spirit. On that day, all will receive a blessing.”

~ Dean Matthews, The Bright Star Press ~
The Desert Sun – Life In Motion